Hou Hexuan's face was white as paper, his throat constricted as if someone were choking him, and he couldn't even speak.

Lin Mo turned his hand and had just killed two of the Three Great Magic Families, and it seemed that neither the High Priest nor the Young Sect Master were his match.

Just as Lin Mo killed Hou Dongjun in an instant, the Devouring Sky Black Mist Snake wrapped around the Young Sect Master's body began to coil toward him. These Black Snakes were refined from Evil Qi, yin energy, and the Resentment of the dead, utterly sinister and venomous. A mere touch could corrode a person to dregs!

"If that's all you've got, you can die now," Lin Mo said indifferently, turning his head, his starry eyes like flames leaping, still as dazzling as two suns.

"What kind of Cultivation Technique is this?" A trace of horror showed on the Young Sect Master's face.

Evil entities fear flames and thunder the most, and the Devouring Sky Black Mist Snake on the Young Sect Master was no exception. Upon nearing Lin Mo within a yard, it showed a terrified demeanor, not daring to get any closer, as if Lin Mo were a Heavenly God wielding the sun.

"You'll know when you're dead."

Lin Mo spoke indifferently, his pupils slightly chilling, as two golden Flame Lotuses ignited in the Void, instantly flying towards the Young Sect Master.

Those Black Fogs, upon contact with the golden fire lotus, instantly emitted black smoke and dissipated into nothingness in mid-air, without the slightest resistance.

"How dare you harm our Young Sect Master, you will be pursued by our Black Witch Sect to the ends of the earth and the sea," the High Priest suddenly shouted at that moment. His entire being, gripping a Magic Wand, emitted strands of black smoggy mist and suddenly transformed into a giant black Handprint about three zhang long, descending from the sky toward Lin Mo.

Lin Mo looked up and said indifferently, "Your move is far inferior to my Handprint."

Having said that, Lin Mo gathered Gang Qi in his palm and slapped it out face-on. A golden phantom, roughly seven to eight zhang large, smashed the black Handprint to pieces and then covered the High Priest completely, like the Immortal of Colossal Spirit's overwhelming giant axe descending from heaven.

"You..." The High Priest's eyes suddenly bulged wide.

But he didn't even have the chance to finish his last sentence. The Handprint had already slapped down, embedding him into the ground, his body torn to pieces, and crimson blood splattered everywhere.

Seeing this, the Young Sect Master knew he was no match for Lin Mo and dared not linger any longer. He turned and prepared to flee.

But the golden Flames had already been released, moving as fast as an anti-martial bullet, and directly pierced through the Young Sect Master's body, leaving two glaringly transparent holes.

"I am the Young Sect Master of the Black Witch Sect. If you destroy my soul body, it won't be good for you either. Why don't we work together and share the Treasure equally?" The Young Sect Master, his face showing terror, hurriedly said to Lin Mo.

Lin Mo shook his head, his expression indifferent, "The moment you harbored the intention to kill me, it was destined that you would die."

"You've only killed my soul body, but you've offended the entire Black Witch Sect. Do you really intend to fight my Black Witch Sect to the bitter end?" The next second, the cowardice on the Young Sect Master's face was swept away, and he immediately showed an incredibly vicious expression.

"I hate it most when others threaten me. If you have a problem with me, let your worthless true body come and kill me," Lin Mo said. The flames that burned the Void grew even more intense, directly burning the Young Sect Master and his Divine Sense inside to ashes.

Although this was merely a clone of the Young Sect Master's, with his Divine Soul infused within, being burned to ashes by Lin Mo, the true body would still suffer severe harm.

At this moment, hundreds of miles away in the mountains, a horrific scream echoed from an altar.

A man shrouded in black fog clenched his fists, blood trickling from the corner of his mouth as he roared into the sky, "Lin Mo, I swear it will be a fight to the death between us, and I will refine your soul for ninety-nine days, condemning it never to pass on."

At the doorway of the Tan Family.

The people from the He Family and the Hou Family knelt on the ground, not daring to look directly at Lin Mo. One man had killed Hou Dongjun, He Hongmiao, the High Priest, and the Young Sect Master—who would dare to provoke him further?

Lin Mo could hardly be bothered with these small fry. Even the strongest elders among them had been slaughtered by him; the rest, even if they wanted revenge, lacked the strength to do so. Lin Mo had no interest in laying a finger on this trash.

"Mr. Lin, your Divine Skills are vast and mighty, unparalleled in this world!" Xiao Nai stood at the doorway and quickly clasped his hands together, speaking with reverence.

Tan Yong, Tan Xiang, Tan Yun, Liao Wen, and other juniors looked at Lin Mo with eyes filled with awe and respect. Lin Mo was only about their age, yet he possessed such extraordinary power.

Tan Songtao and Elder Liao bent forward, clasping their hands respectfully toward Lin Mo.

"Now, hand over the Treasure to me," Lin Mo said without even glancing at Tan Songtao.

Tan Songtao and other high-ranking members of the Tan Family, such as Tan Ji Yong, were stunned for a moment before realizing that Lin Mo was also after the Treasure.

Lin Mo glanced at them, his expression indifferent, and spoke slowly, "I saved your people from the Tan Family. Just now, when they united against me, you did not even have the courage to make a move. If you're not willing to hand over the Treasure, don't blame me, Lin Mo, for being heartless."

The sound of Lin Mo's voice was like a thunderclap in the ears of everyone present. He dared to kill even the Young Sect Master of the Black Witch Sect, let alone a small Tan Family.

"Mr. Lin, I'm sorry, I indeed hesitated just now..." Tan Songtao bowed his head, deeply sighing. Now that the Tan Family's Treasure was coveted by many, it might be better to give it directly to Lin Mo, "I will lead Mr. Lin to retrieve the Treasure."

Behind the Tan Family, in a courtyard among the mountains, with various trees planted inside, Lin Mo finally sensed something amiss. The Spiritual Energy in the courtyard was far denser than outside, and there was an Array controlling these energies, preventing them from dispersing.

"A Spirit Gathering Array?" Lin Mo's starry eyes slightly wrinkled.

A mere Spirit Gathering Array—he could easily set one up himself now. Was this the treasure that drew the Black Witch Sect and the Three Great Magic Families?

Tan Songtao walked to the center of the courtyard. White light flickered between his fingers and soon, from an ancient well in the courtyard, a bamboo flute slowly rose. It was about a foot long, emerald green, and as exquisite as jade.

But when the bamboo flute rose, the entire Array in the courtyard disappeared in an instant, the Spiritual Energy began to overflow and disperse. A hint of regret flashed in Tan Songyun's eyes. Picking up the bamboo flute, she handed it to Lin Mo with great reverence, "Mr. Lin, this is the Tan Family's Treasure, I would not dare to deceive Mr. Lin."

Lin Mo took the bamboo flute; it was just a mere High-level Spiritual Treasure, trash in his eyes, and he did not even care to give it another look.

This bamboo flute was in fact the Array Eye of the whole courtyard's Array; that's why once it was removed, the Spiritual Energy could no longer be controlled and started to scatter.

"No, this can't be right. These people wouldn't go crazy over a small Spirit Gathering Array; there must be some other secret."

Lin Mo surmised, then, using his Divine Sense to scan the bamboo flute, his starry eyes slightly startled.

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